Song | Please Don't Sell My Daddy No More Wine |
Artist | Wanda Jackson |
Album | The Happy Side Of Wanda Jackson |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lane | |
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
Mama don't want him drinking all the time | |
Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he's still mine | |
Late one night in Old Joe's friendly barroom | |
Two men were standin' drinking all alone | |
Thinkin' of the days they were younger | |
Talking about the women they had known | |
When there in the dim light of the tavern | |
A sweet young girl came softly to their side | |
And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes | |
And saw his own sweet daughter's there a crying | |
Please don't sell my daddy... | |
My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses | |
Now it's only hand-me-downs and worn out shoes | |
It's because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes | |
For you're the man who sells my daddy booze | |
Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding | |
As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face | |
I been here Joe so long now it's time that I was gone | |
Going home to stay I'll never see this place | |
Please don't sell my daddy... | |
Don't you do it don't you do it | |
Don't you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he's still mine |
zuo ci : Lane | |
Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
Mama don' t want him drinking all the time | |
Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he' s still mine | |
Late one night in Old Joe' s friendly barroom | |
Two men were standin' drinking all alone | |
Thinkin' of the days they were younger | |
Talking about the women they had known | |
When there in the dim light of the tavern | |
A sweet young girl came softly to their side | |
And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes | |
And saw his own sweet daughter' s there a crying | |
Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses | |
Now it' s only handmedowns and worn out shoes | |
It' s because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes | |
For you' re the man who sells my daddy booze | |
Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding | |
As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face | |
I been here Joe so long now it' s time that I was gone | |
Going home to stay I' ll never see this place | |
Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
Don' t you do it don' t you do it | |
Don' t you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he' s still mine |
zuò cí : Lane | |
Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
Mama don' t want him drinking all the time | |
Please don' t sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he' s still mine | |
Late one night in Old Joe' s friendly barroom | |
Two men were standin' drinking all alone | |
Thinkin' of the days they were younger | |
Talking about the women they had known | |
When there in the dim light of the tavern | |
A sweet young girl came softly to their side | |
And two one man surprised looked upon two tear stained eyes | |
And saw his own sweet daughter' s there a crying | |
Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
My daddy used to buy me pretty dresses | |
Now it' s only handmedowns and worn out shoes | |
It' s because of you I know that I wear these ragged clothes | |
For you' re the man who sells my daddy booze | |
Her father looked down on the glass that he was holding | |
As the teardrops trickled down his solemn face | |
I been here Joe so long now it' s time that I was gone | |
Going home to stay I' ll never see this place | |
Please don' t sell my daddy... | |
Don' t you do it don' t you do it | |
Don' t you sell my daddy no more wine no more wine | |
He may be no good but he' s still mine |